March of the Hellmouth

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Original: March of Cambreadth (Heather Alexander)

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Crossbows cocked, stakes in hand

Shiny scythe the rules to bend

Partiarchs won’t give the tone

The slayer walks no more alone

The potentials aren’t afraid

They will learn from what they’re made

Not all of them the fight will last

How many of them can we make dust!

Hold your stations as you’re told

The englishman with the guy who’s bald

The ex-demon with the geek

He’ll have to stop being meek

Take a leak before the fight

Or you’ll do during, from the fright

Clean your swords from grime and rust

How many of them can we make dust

Guard your backs and teammates well

Send these bastards back to hell

We’ll teach them not to mess with us

They will no more here raise a fuss

Use your newfound strengh and speed

Give it all, to win you need

You will fight because you must!

How many of them can we make dust

Dawn will fight, she’ll bring in light

Andrew will deal with his fright

We’ll lure the vampires out to die

Hit them low and hit them high

The potentials aren’t afraid

They will learn from what they’re made

Not all of them the fight will last

How many of them can we make dust!

(repeat first verse)